It took two years
For you to force your eyes meet mine.
They’re the same color;
Oh, and don’t forget the over-priced bangle jewels
Strewn loose about our necks
Which came to us from drug-trafficking diamond-dealers in the Congo
Strike again; click click, no use.
Teasing, tantalizing sinews billow through the interim dark
It will take one more; one last drag
she quacks at those who walk by.
he keeps close to her side.
And without shoes. What a dirty hippy.
He thinks that putting orange peels in his shoes will make them smell better.
I got lost in the cardiac center when I got off at the wrong bus stop.
It was starting to freezing rain.
Just Like Athena from Zeus, you could say that She came from his head.